As everyone's bloodshot eyes locked onto the distant streaks of light, hopelessness and despair clouding their thoughts as they struggled to grasp what the hell was really going on while tearing at the tendrils in a frantic bid to escape the darkness eating their power, a hum echoed through the air.
It was the obsidian-eyed figure who had already killed someone before their eyes.
He stepped forward, humming softly to himself, and with each step, massive, eerie skulls formed from the darkness. His soft voice carried through the void, so gentle it could have been coaxing a child to play.
"Go… devour however you want, whoever you want. Let no one and nothing escape."
As his words fell, the dark skulls trembled as if laughing delightfully and scattered in all directions, following the darkness. Low whispers of die, die, completely disappear alongside me reverberated through the air.
